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My husband was diagnosed with a terminal disease and I became lost for just a minute. I'm okay now.

I am tracing back my footsteps

To discern the dappled trail

That has led to this arrangement

Exploratory every hour

Sliding fingertips on leaf skins

Analyzing misty thoughts 

 

Was it warm breath on my neck

With dreams of gardenscapes?

Or eyes turned onto mine

With familiar soft restraint?

Why turn my head so simply?

Was there something more to say?

 

Was that the bed of my beloved

Has been stolen from beneath

By a devil on a dry wind

Whose bones turn tissue white?

His shards of death still hanging

Like cold and broken glass

 

A war rages in heaven

For him, for you, for me

The arrows burrow deeply

The cry too loud to hear

Transparent flesh no fortress

I am blinded on my knees

 

Were that I could govern time

I would paint you more my brother

Restore my lover’s breath

We would run this race as one

Would again to find my freedom

Kiss his brow, kiss yours, kiss mine

 

But distain for the future holds me

Discontent within my shell

With my talents failing comfort

And Love misrepresenting its way

I resist hearing its passion

Left hungry for something pure

 

So today brings only anguish

For all that hangs below the air

I search for something holy

But stumble awkward with unease

Like a kite that has no anchor

A leaf spinning on the brook

Reviews

[Micheal Teal]

The power of the heart is such that when it speaks its truth we are humbled by its honesty.

This poem is a vessel of emotion an cathartic cultivation. I found it powerful and filled with illuminating insights. Even in our darkest moments there is light , the road to heaven goes through hell and its those of us who see the beauty of what we have who make it to the other side.

Thank you for the miracle of this poem and for the loveliness of your soul. Your words are heartfelt and evocative. They are a literary sanctuary where sadness is transformed to something artistic and ethereal. My heart has felt this poem , my spirit has embraced it and my soul has understood it and is humbled by its sheer beauty.

[Keira]

This was a very emotional read. Very well put together. It makes me want to reach out to you to comfort you, and you say you are okay now. That's all I can hope. I hope things are getting better, because this piece of writing is heartbreaking and surreal.
Very well done.

~Keira~

[maiarusm]

It was a nice read. Sad but kind of like it wasn't reality...as if the writer was in a dream-like state. The imagery was wonderful. Very exquisite.

[THE BLACK SEAL]

this was a very nicely done read. i thought the meter worked well within it and i actually felt as if i was there. that is all a writer can hope for so you are well on your way

[papaed]

wonderful imagery. questioning, conjecturing, hypothesizing, analyzing, searching for truth, concluding with imagery of attitude today... a kite without anchor or a leaf spinning on the brook.
I enjoyed this. maybe you could title it "A leaf spinning on the brook" or "The search for something holy" There's a lot of beautiful titles in here.
Thanks for sharing the writing.
papaed